Why try? We all ask ourselves that question at some point during the day, the month, the life, don’t we?
Last night, I worked a new room for me called Shane on
That’s what happened last night. I got there at . I went up at . I became very close to the bartender, Scotty who fixed me a take-home meal. I brought it out to my car and discovered a parking ticket. The meters go until in the evil empire of
Please know that I am not generally this easily beaten down but I had spent the day driving to
Now, driving to
So, I didn’t really feel like doing stand-up last night and yes, I did almost tell Patrick that I was leaving. But then I saw Bob Oshack at the bar and you really can’t look at that guy without smiling and, OK… he had pictures of his kids. A 3 ½ year old daughter and a brand new baby boy. Life does not get any cuter and so I stayed for his set and then I was next. Naturally, by this point there were only ten people remaining in the audience and the three in the back were solidly involved in a loud conversation but I may have actually won them over because the one who told me his name was Bill laughed when I called his girlfriend Hillary. (yeah, that’s how funny I can get)
Thanks for reading this far. I feel much better. I have to go pay a parking ticket.